She was glad that the cozy house, and Pa and Ma and the firelight and
the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because
now is now. It can never be a long time ago.

Or, put another way, "It's constant, the moments, it's just - it's
like it's always right now, you know?"

So little Laura figures it all out at the age of 5, while Mason comes to the realization only
after implanting an ear gauge, leaving for college and getting high in a location of
staggering natural beauty. But it's not like it's a competition …

"Remember when you told me to tell you when you were acting rudely and
insensitively?"

First things first. It it is certainly a bad movie. That isn't in
itself so rare, of course, but it's nice to think that foul intent is
always accompanied by shoddy artistry (which requires momentarily
forgetting Leni Riefenstahl, but never mind). It would also be
comforting if hateful crap were technically incompetent as well, so
you tell immediately and find something better to do. Unfortunately,
technical excellence is so easy and cheap to attain these days that
it's no longer a reliable metric for anything …